Also, sorry it's taken me so long to update. Things happen. Also, I had huge writer's block for this. Enjoy!
This Night
Disclaimer: It belongs to C.S. Lewis. I don't own nothing at all. Don't want it neither. Wouldn't know where to put it
Chapter Four - Fights
Suddenly a sound of a horn reached their ears. Jumping down, they both looked over the land towards Cair Paravel.
"It's Susan..." Kate knew she did not have to say this, but she did.
Whistling for the horses Peter ran into the weapon's tent where he had laid his sword down. Putting on his armor he went out, as Katherine came in. She slung her quiver over her shoulder and put a dagger at her side. Grabbing her bow she too went out. Peter was on his horse already. Swinging up herself they started off across the field urging their horses to go faster.
Maybe that wasn't Susan's horn, thought Peter desperately, It could just be the horn announcing some arrival of a king or lord. Even as he thought this he knew the truth: There was no other horn in all the lands that sounded like Susan's. He also remembered the words that went with the gift, "Only use it in time of great need..." Peter again urged his horse on.
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They rode up onto a hill overlooking Cair Paravel and the valley. What Kate saw took her breath away. Coming down from the valley towards them and the castle, was an army. A very large one that stretched off into the distance further than the eye could see. It was an army armed for battle. Kate looked at Peter. His face was grim and set. He looked like a king. They lingered there for only a few precious seconds more, before Peter suddenly took off down the hill full speed, urging his horse on. Her horse followed without being told.
When they reached Cair Paravel the enemy had halted and spread out. Kate and Peter rode right up onto the front steps of the castle and hopped off their horses, leaving them there. They would not move, they knew they would be needed. Taking steps two at a time, and entered into the court. It was filled with the lords, ladies, and his officials. They all fell silent when he entered and bowed, making a path for him to walk through. Peter strode on with Kate following close behind. He entered the throne room. Kate could see Edmund, Lucy and Susan already there seated on their thrones. Peter went and sat on his, and the court emptied, every person going to his assigned seat. Kate went to hers. Queen Susan spoke,
"Well looks like the horn has worked again." she gave a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. She was frightened. It was a large army. Much larger than the one of Narnia.
No one answered her. Edmund cleared his throat, and leaned forward in his seat. "The army came up suddenly. We do not know who our new enemy is. They haven't sent a messenger yet. But when they do what will you reply, my Lord?"
Peter was silent, his eyes closed. Then, "Do you think we can take them, Ed?"
"Yes, if we plan it right. If everyone followed orders. Yes, I think we can do it."
"Then we will give the battle cry. Everyone here knows what to do. Do your jobs. Do them quick." He paused, no one moved, "Narnia is going to war."
Susan and Lucy rose gracefully from their thrones and walked out of the room briskly. The lords and ladies followed, Kate with them, and the war councilors walked into a side room. Peter stayed seated for a few seconds thinking. Edmund waited for him.
"Do you really think that we can take them, Edmund?"
"I do. But if you continue talk like you don't believe it yourself, than nothing will stop them from coming in here and killing us all."
Peter nodded and walked out of the room with his brother.
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It was almost midnight when Kate finished sending messengers to every corner of Narnia calling the people to battle. She was tired. The castle was still. Peter had told everyone to go to bed, for they were to fight the next day and they needed to be rested. That had been an hour ago. Rest sounded good to her. She got up from the large table that she had been working at. It was covered with papers and maps.
She started towards her room. Passing a window she looked out. The moon was hidden by dark clouds. The land lay silent and dark. It was waiting. Turning a corner candle light poured forth from a open doorway. As she passed she saw Peter hunched over a table, notes and a map lay in front of him. She stopped. He was muttering to himself. She quitely entered the room and sat down on a chair next to the door. "I thought I told everyone--including you--to go to bed."
His voice made her jump out of her skin. She hadn't thought he had heard her enter. Calming herself she ignored his comment.
"Have you received a message from them yet?"
"No, but we are ready for them." His voice sounded tired.
She watched him. "You know who is attacking us." It wasn't a question. He was silent. "It's Biran isn't it? How long have you known?"
"Ever since he left here, Ive had thoughts about it." He glanced sharply at her when he said this, "But it has nothing to do with you. I have a feeling that he has been planning this attack for quite some time, since before he came here."
She was silent. "Well, we'll give them hell tomorrow won't we?"
"Edmund and I will. You will not be down in the battle."
She stared at him in shock and anger. "What?" she asked sharply.
"You will be with Susan and the archers."
"Why? You know---"
He rose up from the chair angry, "What I know is that I need you to be up on the wall! War is no place for a lady! I am the King! And you will do what I say! You will be up on that wall tomorrow."
Her eyes darkened. "Remember, Peter. I been in battle before. Before you even came here to Narnia, I was fighting."
"And looked what happened to you! You were taken captive by the witch!"
She flinched slightly. "So for that I am put on the wall. To stand back from the battle."
"I need you to stand on the wall, to be strong... for me. On the wall I know you will be safe." He spoke quietly, his voice shaking slightly from anger.
She stood, her eyes still dark, and took his hand and bowed, touching it to her forehead.
"Kate----"
She left the room, not looking back. Peter sank back in his chair.
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The next morning was cloudy. The sky was a dark sea, ready to release a storm. The castle was quiet, no voices could be heard, exept for a few whispers here and there. There was no laughter in the air. Everyone was solome, dreading the hours to come.
The messenger arrived from the enemies camp, and everyone now knew what Peter and Kate did. Biran was picking a fight.
The horses were lined up and waiting, fitted for battle. Rooms were cleared out, making room for the wounded if need should be. Lucy was standing by with her faithful "healers" as she called them. They would be ready for the hurt. Susan and Kate were getting orders from Peter and Edmund for the fight. Everyone knew what to do. Everyone was ready. Peter gave the order and Narnia moved, as one, into position waiting. Peter mounted his horse next to Edmund. A sevant handed him his helmet, but before he put in on he looked up on the wall above him. There she was next to Susan. Her dress was waving in the wind. Her bow lay in her hand, a quiver of arrows on her back. Her eyes met his, and he nodded slightly. She looked away. He looked down at Edmund. They were ready. Putting his helmet on, a horn sounded from the courtyard below. They moved out.
They were ready.
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They had been there for an hour, waiting to begin. They were facing Birian's army, waiting for the battle to begin. The horses were restless, shaking their manes and complaining. The soldiers stood still, every once in a while one would hear a shout of encouragement from down the line.
Suddenly a small tink could be heard. Then another and another. The soldiers looked up at the grey sky mournfully. It was raining. Before long the armies were dripping with water. Finally a horn sounded from Cair Paravel. It was time. Above the sound of rain hitting metal the armies could hear as thousands of arrows, from both sides, were released into the air. They flew over their heads and shouts of pain rose up as they fell and hit their marks.
Peter raised his sword into the air, the rain dripped down the hilt and off his hand. He gave a cry and Narnia shouted with him. The ground shook with the noise. He slashed the sword through the air and the armies ran forward to meet eachother in battle.
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Until next time! (which I hope will be very soon)